#firstaidquarters

I have several head canons to this, most of them pertaining to Crowley and Zira staying involved in Adam’s life precisely because they’re worried about something like this, and well, they missed out on being there for him when they were supposed to be guiding him, so the least they can do is be there for him now.

But perhaps say, in a universe where that doesn’t happen, yes, I do still believe a good child/teen therapist would be able to help him with that, because Adam’s story is our story. We all have power, we can all affect the world we live in an enact change, both great and small. We all have the potential to commit dark, horrible things in the name of despair, and we all grapple with that inner demon on a daily basis. It’s a universal human truth.

But we also have a great capacity for goodness, for kindness, to strive for the light, in both defiance and hope of our despair and just keep putting one foot in front of the other because someone’s got to fix this miss, someone has to do it. And if not you then who?

And while Adam does have very real, metaphysical powers with scope beyond mortal measure, the despair he feels? The overwhelming helplessness he feels at having all that power and not knowing what to do with it, is very much a relatable human emotion. And learning to control that is also part of the human experience, and he can’t learn to be human from a demon or an angel, he has to learn it from other humans. He has to learn where empowerment begins and how not to let it turn into something awful, how to use his sway in the world for good. And that starts with solidarity, love, and hope.

It starts with his friends, his family—his real family, the people who raised him—and if he needs it, a helping hand now and then from another adult trained in how to untangle his headspace.

Vanoss:

Wildcat:

Vanoss: Okay.

minicat drabble

10. Not being able to speak properly after the kiss ends

The chaos of the stadium was overwhelming. Sitting in the front row, Craig was surrounded by cheering, stomping and whistling from the crowd around and behind him as the teams let out their cheers and split away from their circles. It was half-time, the basketball game final bringing huge crowds to the bleachers, and for good reason too: the game was amazing. 

As the players jogged back onto the court in their positions, the scoreboard against the back wall showed two identical numbers that marked the tie in which the grand final was currently caught in. 

Craig’s attention followed Tyler to the centre of the court where he got ready to face off against the tall boy from the opposing team. At far over six foot, Tyler towered over most kids his age and was always the one to start their basketball games, and often to finish them too. 

As everyone got into position and the crowd’s noise fell to a low rumble, Tyler lifted his head and found Craig. He held the British boy’s eyes for a moment, lips lifting in a smile as Craig grinned enthusiastically and sent his friend a supportive double thumbs up. Then his attention was on the ball as it was thrown up into the air and the second half of the game began. 

The Brit spent so little of the game actually sitting down. It was chaos since the first whistle, players roughing each other up as they followed the ball. Tyler stood out like none other. He snatched the ball from opponents, smaller players bouncing off him when he stepped in their way. With the ball in hand, he made easy work of popping it through the hoop, grinning broadly with each personal victory. 

Each time, even if only for a second, those brilliant blue eyes jumped to Craig, before returning to the game at hand. 

With ten seconds left, the opposing team had just landed themselves another two points to bring the two scores to even. Three passes of the ball; it ended up in Tyler’s hands. He dodged around three players, dribbling down the court with his eyes on the hoop. 

“You got this!” Craig heard himself shout, watching close as Tyler set up the lay-up and dunked the ball into the hoop just as the timer sounded and the game finished. 

The crowd erupted and Craig was right there with him. He cheered, clapped and shouted congratulations as the winning team came together. Tyler didn’t join them. His eyes were on Craig, grin broad with pride and joy. Craig couldn’t stumble over the barrier fast enough, meeting Tyler at the edge of the court. 

“Did you see!?” Tyler asked, panting with either exhaustion or excitement; Craig couldn’t tell. He threw his arms over the taller boy’s shoulders, allowing himself to be hugged and lifted off the ground in a small spin. 

“I did!” His words slipped from his lips as he was placed back on his feet, space drawing between them. Yet before he could let it grow, he pushed forwards; elated with their shared ecstasy. His lips collided with Tyler’s slightly off centre, so much adrenaline pushing through their veins that he simply didn’t care. 

He tightened his arms around the back of Tyler’s neck, easing back a hair before fitting their mouths together at a comfortable angle. It took a shocked second before Tyler’s arms tightened around his waist hard enough to bruise and the basketball player was kissing back with the same amount of ferocity. 

The cheering crowd faded, the heat radiating from Tyler’s body and the tongue pressing flat to his bottom lip being the only sensations Craig could focus on. But before he could draw Tyler closer and deepen their connection, the player was pulling back and meeting Craig’s eyes with wide surprise. 

“What was- You- Why di-” Craig laughed as Tyler fumbled with his words. The Brit leaned forward to seal another chaste kiss between them before drawing back and dropping to his heels. 

The arms around his waist reluctantly drew back but that hands that settled on his hips didn’t let him escape much further. “You’re amazing.” The words passed through his smile and Tyler glowed under the compliment, cheeks rosy and eyes blown from the surprise kiss. 

👑 - Fantasy AU, what would they be in a fantasy AU

Pfft uh this just reminds me of that Fantasy story I was gonna write for them with Mini discovering the book and realizing hes ‘the chosen one’ that got out of the book and Tyler was his lover/protector. 

But if I’m not going through THAT old AU, then...

I see Tyler actually being a dragon tamer? Someone who doesn’t kill dragons, because he sees them as just really big dogs, and he has learned how to work with them in his isolated lands far far away from the kingdom. He’s got about eight (Nogla, Boardie, Vanoss, Terroriser, Delirious, Momo, Moo, and Wildcat) that he keeps in his mountains/farm, and he likes being there with them. Each one has their own personality and skills, whether it’s the normal breathing fire, an eccentric healing power, or weird abilities to copy noises of other animals. But each one is unique, and honestly, they’re the only friends (besides Evan, the closest neighbor that kept losing his cows to Delirious’s lack of restraint) that he keeps around. 

Mini’s a townsfolk in the kingdom; he was an adopted child of a very nice family and he has a wonderful life. He is a flower seller during the day, and everyone in the town swears he’s one of the nicest guys around. So when one night, when he gets kidnapped, Mini doesn’t even know how to fight back. He’s taken on this back road, and he realizes that hes going to be sold off (which has to be a sex trade ring, cause who else would wanna buy him?) , which is terrifying cause he’s, well...kinda never been with someone? So Mini uses his intelligence to get away from the kidnappers, runs through the woods so that they can’t track him, and he’s happy when he realizes that they didn’t follow him.

Untiiiil he runs into a massive, scaly, terrifying dragon. One that hes sure is going to eat him, positive it’s going to end his life, until the dragon...picks him up by his shirt and drags him all the way to Tyler’s farm. Here, he meets the other dragons, their even scarier tamer, and discovers more about himself and Tyler than he ever expected to find. 

And he realizes maybe there was a reason someone was hunting for him.

I have no regrets in making this. @crimsonbluemoon is the true final boss of Libahunt, and @firstaidquarters... is the reason why we have all the angst.

“Luke?”

“Sup?”

“Do… do you ever feel like you’re far away, no matter where you are?“